Merry Christmas, and a huge thank you to all!

I can’t even believe another holiday season is upon us, never mind a new year!

Honestly, most days, I still feel as if it’s October. December has been a blur as I’ve struggled to keep up with work commitments and family ones as well. However, despite the odd bit of stress, 2018 has been a good year for me and so much of that is because of you, my readers and friends.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has followed and supported my work in some way. I appreciate each comment and share, every book review and every sale. My readers give me breath and wings, and allow me to return to each writing project with enthusiasm and excitement.

My blogger friends, I can’t thank you enough. You do what you do purely out of love, and your work is so appreciated in the romance and writing communities. Bloggers are my rock stars, and I love you.

To all the author friends who have generously shared their time and platforms with me, a hearty thank you as well. There is a reason I came to this community with anticipation. It’s because the people are good and kind and supportive, and so many of you have proven this. I can only hope I’ve offered you the same love and camaraderie.

Merry Christmas to you all! I wish you health, happiness and peace for the new year!

Okay, 2019. Let’s do this!




Leather and Lies by @AuthorCStraub.

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Romantic Suspense
Date Published: 10-3-18
Publisher: 5 Prince Publishing
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For twenty-four-year-old Skye Winters, criminal profiling is the perfect career: helping solve cases without all the emotional baggage. When her cousin, Kortney, becomes the latest in a string of young women to vanish, Skye’s professional and personal lives collide. Cue the nuclear mushroom cloud.
Amid the fallout, Skye meets Wes Carson, the mysterious and smart-mouthed new biker in her father’s motorcycle club. She tries to ignore their chemistry, even after accepting Wes’ aid in the search for Kort. Then one spontaneous afternoon takes them over the edge, forcing Skye to consider she might be in love. Too bad it’s with a liar.
Unraveling Wes’ lies leaves Skye ensnared in an FBI investigation, making her question her profiling skills and her heart. With Wes in danger, her affection overrules her caution with disastrous results. Will Skye survive to solve the case, save Kort, and still salvage a relationship with Wes?
About the Author

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Celeste Straub is a hopeless romantic who enjoys plotting the slightly sadistic journeys her characters go on before they finally reach their happily-ever-after. She enjoys a quiet country life in northeastern Pennsylvania, residing on a piece of the old family farm with her husband, son, and two cats. Writing as a hobby since childhood, Celeste spends her days as the grant writer and operations director for a local non-pro3t agency focusing on public health issues. When she’s not penning steamy romance scenes in her spare time, her interests include traveling, visiting amusement parks, collecting baseballs, hiking, and reading.
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I dart through the clubhouse, breaths quickening with each step. Back in the house, I take the stairs two at a time. Racing into my bedroom, I dig out a pair of well-worn jeans, slip into them, and transfer my cell phone into a pocket. I pull on socks, then root around in the bottom of my closet for my hiking boots and lace them up. They are the closest thing I own to motorcycle boots. With one foot out the door, I pause, considering one additional accessory.

You think he’s hiding something. Better to be safe than sorry. Especially given Kort and the other missing women.

Reaching between my bed and nightstand, my fingers sweep across the four access keys of my gun vault as if I’m playing a piano piece. As the last button in the combination depresses, the side of the safe pops open. Grabbing my compact Walther PPS handgun, I drop the single stack mag, checking it for bullets before jamming it back in and racking the slide. I locate my inside-the-waist holster in my sock drawer and slide it just behind my right hip, securing it with a belt. The gun slips in and once my loose tank top gets pulled down, the weapon barely prints.

Digging my wallet out of my purse, I slide my driver’s license and concealed carry permit into my back pocket. Leaving my bedroom, I clomp back to the clubhouse, grabbing my mother’s leather jacket and helmet off two pegs on the wall next to the French doors.

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An end to one of my books. A possible new beginning.

This past week, I received the rights back on one of my books. I won’t go into why it happened, but it’s safe to say the writing was on the wall for some time. Suffice to say, a publisher and I decided it was time to part ways. I wish them well and I thank them for their support over the years.

For those of you who follow my writing, the book on which I received my rights back was Night Lover, one of my paranormals.  If anyone out there has been looking for this book, I apologize it is no longer available. For those of you who read and reviewed Night Lover, I would like to extend a huge “thank you.” Your support means everything.

So, now what? This is a question I’ve been asking myself for a while. I know I could take this story to someone else and possibly get it republished. However, I don’t think I will just yet. Night Lover was actually the first book I ever wrote.  It was the book of my heart, the one I most wanted to read. Nevertheless, I recognize it had some issues. The love story wasn’t as clear cut as some others. It was actually two love stories in one, in fact, and one didn’t exactly end happily. There were paranormal elements, in the shape of a curse and an incubus, as well as historical elements. It wasn’t linear at all. There were flashbacks, in the form of old diary entries. In short, there was a lot going on, perhaps too much.

I was so proud of it. I’d worked on it for years. Some readers told me they loved it and I am so appreciative of their response. But now I need to decide what to do with this story. I think, for now, I need to put it away. My hope is, in time, that I will be able to return to it and read it with fresh eyes. In doing so, I hope to be able to transform it into something new and wonderful.

It’s never easy closing the door on one of your book babies. I am sad about it, to be perfectly honest, but also optimistic. I’ve learned a lot since I first wrote it, and I hope to be able to use those new skills to make the story better than it ever was.

As always, thank you for accompanying me on this journey. Please stay tuned!